oh momma
my shoes don't fit
and it's hard to keep this candle lit
oh momma
my clothes are torn
and i ain't got blanket to keep me warm
let me come home
let me come home
let me come home
i'm cold and i'm alone
oh papa
taught me to be strong
but papa
this world's gone wrong
papa
sorry for what i done
and i know i ain't good enough to be your son
let me come home
let me come home
let me come home
i'm cold and i'm alone
my brother
i know that i stole her
but brother
you did not own her
and brother
you were a friend of mine
and i thought you'd be with me on the firing line
let me come home
let me come home
let me come home
i'm cold and i'm alone
oh my sister
your grave stands still
under the wall of high cannon hill
my sister
i go back to that place
where we hid from our troubles and the whole human race
let me come home
let me come home
let me come home
i got flowers to bring